Dorm Encounters: A Close Shave
Posted on: March 26, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
I've always had a fascination with swimmers. Male swimmers, that is. Their sleek refined muscular bodies melt my heart and raise my cock every time I see one. Every time. There were two swimmers on my hall, and they were roommates. Terry and Peter lived about ten doors down the hall from me, and as they were always practicing, I rarely saw them at all. One night, though, I was startled from my studies (rare occurrence, people!) to a knock on the door. In strolled Terry and Peter, dressed in warmups. Their hair was still wet, and I guessed from the early evening hour that they were just coming in from practice. I looked up from my desk and said, "What can I do for you, fellows?" They stood there awkwardly for a few seconds and then Terry spoke, somewhat shyly. "Look, Andrew. We need some advice. Tomorrow's our biggest meet of the season and Coach told us all to go home and shave our arms and legs so we can be sleek in the water tomorrow. We wanted to know if you knew any secrets or something...." "Well," I replied, warming to the subject suddenly, "I've never shaved anything but my face, but I used to watch my Mom as a kid when she shaved her legs and stuff. What sort of advice did you have in mind?" Peter took up the conversation. "Actually, we think we can do it, but we don't want all the other guys laughing at ...
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